Fan Boyu also leaned over and listened to Fan Da vividly telling the story of the stone monkey leaving Huaguo Mountain to find the magic of immortality sought by the gods.
Even Fan Mi, who was always serious, was stroking his beard.
"Well... during the slack time of farming, it would be a good thing to have such interesting stories to tell everyone..."
He closed his eyes and was completely immersed in the story.
"The Monkey King only felt himself swaying, and followed the black and white people to a dark and gloomy place, surrounded by the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling..."
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…
Fan Da stopped here.
"Keep talking, what's next?"
"There is no more behind..."
Fan Da looked innocent.
"No more? Wasn't that stone monkey taken to the ground by...black...or white?" Fan Boyu asked.
"Underworld." Fan Mi's deep voice came: "It is the residence of ghosts."
In the Spring and Autumn Period, Buddhism had not yet been introduced, so people naturally did not know that there was such a thing as "underworld".
However, the theory of ghosts and gods is very popular in this era.
"What happens next?"
Fan Mi also asked Fan Da with a straight face.
"Well... Doctor Yi didn't say anything about what happened next..."
Fan Da scratched his head, but he didn’t know!
"Doctor Yi?"
"Yes, it's Doctor Yi. He only told half of it and ended it." Fan Da also looked troubled: "It's said that the rest of the story will have to wait until the school class today."
"What!?" Fan Mi was so angry that his beard was about to stand up: "You said this was what Xin You said?"
"Yes, Doctor Yi teaches us a word and tells a story every day. If we don't learn that word, we can't listen to the story." Fan Dada.
"So, you're going there tonight?" Fan Mi's tone had become very stiff.
However, Fan Da, who has always been dignified, did not feel the change in Fan Mi's tone and said excitedly: "Yes! Chief, you also want to know the story after Sun Wukong went to the underworld, right? Let's go together today! You must know the words.
You can listen to a few more paragraphs.”
"It's all a trick to deceive children!"
Fan Mi left a word and walked away angrily.
"Fan Da!"
Fan Boyu pointed at Fan Da's nose, not knowing what to say.
"Little patriarch, I really don't know the story behind it! When I finish listening today, I will come back to tell you the story in the evening. You must wait for me!" Fan Da said: "Oh, it's getting late, I have to go today.
Go early and get a good seat."
"I'll go too!"
"I'll go too!"
Several Chinese people could no longer hold back their excitement and followed Fan Da towards the rural school.
The sun was setting in the west, and the rural school was already crowded with people.
They are all here to hear stories.
At three o'clock in the morning, Xin appeared at the township school on time.
"Doctor Yi is here!"
Someone said excitedly.
"Doctor Yi, we have cleaned up the middle."
Several smart people said.
In the center of the rural school, there was a clean mat for Xin You to sit on.
Xin You was sitting in the middle of the mat. When everyone calmed down, he said, "Fan Da, come and write the calligraphy I taught you yesterday."
"ah--"
The crowd let out a soft cry.
I still have to write!
Fan Da was prepared in advance. He ran up with a branch and wrote the character "zhou" in big seal characters crookedly on the land of the township school.
"Well, although it's a bit ugly, I can still recognize him." Xin added, "Next, Mao Bian."
When his name was called, Mao Bian of the Mao family shivered.
He didn't even prepare branches, so he borrowed Fan Da's branches.
At this time, Fan's capital letters had been wiped out.
Mao Bian scratched his head, and the branches trembled and hit the ground several times.
"Gentleman...I...didn't remember."
Mao Bian raised his head and looked at Xin You carefully.
"If you don't remember, just go out." Xin added, "This is called after-school homework. If you can't complete the homework, you can't go to class. I made it clear yesterday."
"Ah! I brought someone here!" Mao Bian said, "Yin Qiu! I brought Yin Qiu here!"
With that said, Mao Bian ran into the crowd, took Yin Qiu's arm and ran out.
Yin Qiu covered his face with his hands, as if he didn't want people to see that he was also at the rural school.
"Yin Qiu, why are you covering your face?" Xin asked again.
Yin Qiu put down his hand helplessly and lowered his head: "Gentleman...I...I'm not here to learn how to read."
"Since you're not here to learn how to read, then why are you going to the rural school? Go back!" Xin said again.
"Gentleman, he just came here to learn how to read!" Mao Bian became anxious and pulled Yin Qiu and said, "Didn't you say you came here to learn how to read?"
"I...I'm here to listen to a story." Yin Qiu said, "We...hey! I'm leaving!"
After saying that, Yin Qiu wanted to turn around and leave.
"Yin Qiu, stop." Xin said again.
Yin Qiu stood there with a resigned look on his face.
"Gentleman, I really didn't come here to learn how to read." Yin Qiu said pitifully.
Xin stood up again, patted Yin Qiu on the shoulder, and then walked in front of everyone.
"I know you all want to come here to hear stories. Of course, some of you are here to learn how to read. There's nothing wrong with that, it's all fine."
"I also know that some people don't want you to come here to learn how to read, right, Yin Qiu?"
Xin looked at Yin Qiu again, and Yin Qiu nodded.
Many Chinese people have fallen silent.
They are the same as Yin Qiu.
We are all here to listen to stories and learn to read... Since the clan leader said not to do it, then I won’t learn it!
They are more afraid of the clan leader's threat than the advice of the Yi doctor.
"I won't force you to learn how to read." Xin added, "I just want to tell you one thing. What you learn from me is ultimately yours. Whether it's reading, arithmetic or arithmetic."
Or the stories you heard, these things are all in your mind, and no one can take them away."
Xin also used the words that his teacher had told him when he was a child, and told them to these Chinese people exactly as they were.
Chinese people are uneducated, but they are not stupid.
Some Chinese people have also been to places other than Xinyi. They know that the nobles and officials can read or settle accounts.
Literacy is unfamiliar and distant to them.
Most people will never use it in their lifetime.
But the art of calculation can be used by everyone.
At least you won't be cheated when exchanging supplies with people from other towns.
"What I teach you will not be those boring classics from the royal family, which you cannot understand." Xin added: "Know some words, understand the decrees issued by the village, and know some numbers.
Not to be deceived, this is the purpose of starting a private school here.
"If any of your children are smart, I will teach them more profound knowledge.
"You don't have to learn to read, but do you want your children to not be able to read or count?"
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These words touched the hearts of many Chinese people.
Parents of all ages want their children to be better than themselves.
If you don’t know how to count yourself, wouldn’t it be good for your children to know how to count?
"Gentleman, you are right. I am stupid and cannot read. My dog has a smart mind. There is no harm in letting him learn a few big words."
Yin Laogen said.
"Me too. My baby cow has learned to read numbers. Next time I go to Ganlu to buy seeds, I will take him with me. There is no need to ask for a guide."
"Yes, if I could settle accounts, I wouldn't have been deceived by that Weiguo man like last time!"